Reincarnated in a Fantasy World with Murderous Intent

Foreword and Prologue.

Foreword.

I've been big into Anime recently. I mean, I've watched a bit here and there before, but just lately I've binge watched a whole metric tonne of the stuff.

And I'm impressed with the plot lines, the thought that goes into the characters, the logic in the stories. The brutality even. Stuff you don't get in 'Hollywood' movies. Of course, there's the whole ecchi thing too, that sits quite well with me haha.

And so, naturally, it's inspired me to write a "Manga" novel of my own. As my drawing skills are that of a half-wit five year old, I will do what I do, which is to write. After all, one of the best Anime I watched recently was converted from a light novel.

Before we start though, a quick note:

The version posted here is being put up pretty much as I write it, so there will be some typos and so on.  There will be (already have been) some plot adjustments here and there too, so there may be some discrepancies between the beginning and further on in the book, as I don't generally edit chapters posted on here already.   Please feel free to point out any errors etc. you see though.  

So, with no further ado, let's get this show on the road, shall we?

Prologue.

I glared at him from across the room.

Finally.

"Oh yes, and who are you then?"

He hadn't changed one bit. Not one single bit in the twenty years since I'd started hunting him. With his carefully tousled, shockingly white hair, handsome face, and slim figure clad in the most expensive of dark grey suits. He stood there with a slightly confused, and yet totally unconcerned expression on his face.

"You don't remember me?" I asked, stepping closer.

"Oh my goodness me, I have met a lot of people in my time, I can't remember even a small percentage of them." He scratched his chin and frowned slightly. "Although, there is something vaguely familiar..."

I kept a steady pace, closing the gap between us. "I've changed a lot. Lost a fair bit of weight for example." I rubbed my shaved head. "Lost hair too."

"No, still don't have it."

"I've also gained things," I went on. He was only a few metres away now. "More hatred of course, more grief, naturally, for some of the horrible things I've had to do to keep on your trail. More skills too, with weapons, fighting, killing."

"So cool."

I could tell I was beginning to bore him, but it didn't matter, I was just about in range.

"I bought this along too. It cost a pretty penny, but it will be worth it, when I slide it into your body."

One of his eyebrows raised as I pulled the wicked looking dagger out from the sheath under my jacket.

"Pretty."

"So, you still don't remember me?"

He shook his head, sadly.

"Maybe if I set the scene?" I took a deep breath, trying to force down the emotions that always came with this memory. "You're in a house. You've brutally raped and murdered my young daughter, you're just finishing off my wife, and I come in."

He paused for a second, but then his eyes lit up, and he snapped his fingers. "Yes! I remember! Oh, that was a good one! I mean, you out, cheating on your wife, leaving me to entertain them myself. And they were both good ones, especially your daughter. I do love the screams, mostly from the mother I make them watch. Still, all are to be savoured."

I snarled, hand tightening about my knife's hilt.

"You walked in!" He was enjoying himself now, remembering. "You simply stood and watched as I cut your wife's throat! Then I came inside her too, they do twitch so when that happens, makes it a lot more fun."

My breath was laboured, my heart hammering in my chest.

"And I left you, didn't I? I thought that would be a suitable punishment for your philandering ways, more so than just killing you there and then. That would have been too easy." He nodded, smiled, and crossed his arms, sighing happily. "So, how have you been?"

"Such drama. Oh very well, although I'll be annoyed to ruin this suit, in reward for your many years of determination, I'll let you have a free stab." He held his arms out wide. "How does that sound?"

"It sounds like justice," I growled. Without hesitation, I'd been itching for this moment for two decades after all, I stepped forward and plunged my dagger into the centre of his torso with all of my strength.

The sound of it penetrating his body was like music to my ears, the blade sliding in, right up to the hilt.

There was silence. I looked up, into his eyes that, whilst from afar looked bright and sparkling, were, in fact, dull and lifeless.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked.

"I..."

"You're just noticing I'm not dead, yes?" He shook his head. "All those years and you never realised my true being. How sad. Didn't you wonder why I look the same now as back then? How I've not aged? How I've kept my youthful good looks?" A grin of perfect, white, teeth.

He leaned in close, nearly kissing me. "I'm a demon. There, there's your answer. And now, it's my turn. I have a knife too, so I think that's fair, don't you?"

I felt a sensation then, in my chest, both cold and burning at the same time, as his steel slid into me. Immediately, my body wavered, the effects not yet taking hold, but it knew, my body knew, it had just been killed.

"You can die now, I think," he said.

I smiled.

"What?" He gave me a puzzled look.

"Did you look at my dagger?" I managed to gasp, as the blood flowed from my injury, down my hand, clutching the knife, onto the hilt still protruding from his flesh.

"What?" He looked down, and then, and only then, did his eyes widen. Only then did he register something other than a smug emotion.

"Of course I know what you are, after twenty years hunting you, following you through..." I coughed, my body was starting to go. "Through the gutters, the depravity of your world. I said... this dagger cost me... a pretty penny."

"Blood sacrifice," he gasped.

"That... that's right," I managed to get out. "The sacrifice of one's life, the spell... on the runes on the blade... ensures that the demon is killed, fully, finally... unconditionally, killed. Expensive... but I think... I think... it's a bargain."

He stepped back, or staggered back, and I dropped to my knees, vision fading.

"Die... monster," I sighed.

I, Marc, have many regrets, but this, giving my life to end this demon was not one of them.

I fell forward, onto the hard stone floor, and, to the desperate wails of the monster in my ears, I finally died.

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This is my first manga style story, so any constructive feedback or suggestions welcome.  

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